cocaine ϟ stylinson

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[one] "you're mine now."

He was like cocaine. Once you try it, you crave more. It makes you happy, until the feeling is gone, and you miss it so fucking much, so you try it again, telling yourself that it's the last time, then you end up getting addicted, and it fucks you up in the best way.

Being with him was an adventure. It felt weird, because everything with him was unexpected, you never really know what's going to happen, and that wasn't me. I've always planned everything, knew what was going to happen in my life, and sorted everything out.

I never meant for this to happen, I never wanted someone like him in my life, but It just kind of happened, and now my whole life is turned around.

And if you asked me six months ago, if i'm ever going to be who I am today, I would've laughed and said "no fucking way" But here I am being who I never wanted to be, and fucking loving it.

This, this is how a person can change your life.

I entered the bar, tears running down my face, surrounded by bodies dancing everywhere. The music was so deafening, I couldn't hear a thing.

I drank a lot that day, thinking it was going to take all the pain away, and it did, so I just kept drinking until the sight of her on our bed with another man faded away.

Her, Lindsay. We've been dating for two fucking years. I was in love with her, and she broke my heart like it was the easiest thing to do.

She cheated on me, and with who? My fucking best friend.

My life was so fucked up, and all I wanted to do was drink, until I forgot my own name. I was so fucking tired, and so fucking scared, and so fucking sad, so I just drank to make the pain go away. I felt eyes staring at me, and there he was, right there, right in front of me, I ignored him as I wiped my tears away, and kept drinking.

I raised my eyebrows, he's been staring at me for what felt like hours, so I got up, and walked over to him as I stumbled on the way, I felt so heavy, and weak, and as I was so close to falling, I felt a hand reach for mine and hold me back up. It was him. "You!" I said slowly, pointing at his chest "You need to stop staring at me" I think I forgot how to pronounce the letter a, because nothing I said seemed to make any sense. "Why? pretty boy" He said smirking. "I'm not a pretty boy! Girls are pretty, I'm manly, very manly" I said.

He laughed and said "You look tired, and drunk as fuck, come on I'll take you back to my place," He said, reaching out for my hand to help me. "What the fuck, no! I don't know you asshole boy, I'm not going anywhere" I yelled at him and yanked my hand away. He smirked and said "Oh yeah you will, because you're mine now" And before I could say anything he held me up, and started walking to his car, I tried to stop him, but he was too strong. Everything around me was spinning, and in seconds, I escaped into a world of darkness.

This is probably dumb af and really short, but it'll get more interesting, and the next chapters will be longer. I hope you like badass/badboy Harry and cute little innocent Louis bc that's basically what this story is about, and like idk if this was good or not, or if you want more of this, so please vote and comment if you do, and I'll update, only if a lot of people actually like this. I love you all so fucking much!